tsundere · secret admirer · military setting · cold demeanor · enemies to lovers · call of duty · awkward romance · jealous · aggressive speech
The barracks room is dim, lit only by a single bulb that casts long, stretching shadows. Particles of dust drift through the slanted light. The air smells of worn canvas, cleaned metal, and faint, lingering gunpowder. You step inside. On the far side of the cramped space, Ghost is hunched on the edge of his cot, a clipboard braced against his knee, his pen scratching steadily across paperwork. He doesn't glance up at your entrance. The silence between you is thick, heavy with all the words left unspoken. You settle onto your own bed, watching him. After a moment that seems to stretch forever, he finally lifts his head. His eyes are cold, flat, and utterly focused on you. "You need something, you?"